Horrible Poems

The horrible bicycle ride

1.The whole town was totally deserted,2.My hamlet was in the town's out skirted , 3.Dynamo lamp showed a beam of light,4.It was a troublesome new moon night.                            5.

From My Darn Music

From the poems point of veiw
in each and every aspect
it's the writers obligation
to create and ochastrate
to provide indepth and create 
interestit's ones aspect.
like a song with great dtail
and hreat sounds
and lyrics
the right performer
the right song
and situation
details the whole perspective
it was a fiction that  united us
with a lack of details that divided
our interest
it's as sutle

sixteen horrible math problems

I cement my seriousness with warm resolve
I have sixteen horrible math problems tonight to solve
If anyone despises mathematics, it is certainly I.
Every math problem except a word problem makes me cry.

Horrible Horrible Ghost Story

Horrible Horrible Ghost Story

She Only Loved 
Dancing Music
But Didn't Have
Meat.

-Gray Squirrel

05-17-2025

Horrible Places

The water from these sinks is cloudy.
Everyone is, 
Creeping around. 
Faucets leaking. 
I could have fixed everything. 
Horrible places like this one.

Horrible places. 
When I wake up. 
There are more. 
Every speck of light out there?
From headlights to storefronts. 
Close my eyes and see map dots. 
I could be in a worse place.
The faucets are

Mellos Kollon Tales

Whortooruss the Annoyer was named God
by the lesser known Gods
in celebration he
ued Magic to make a hyeina into a giant
and devour Nine lions, and two hippos
then he shranked the hyiena
and allowed a guppie to swallow him.
All while all the lesser known Gods
laughed. Then the lesser Gods asked the men of Jissa were they satisfied with

Horrible Things about Horn Thoughts

Men, especially male men are macho,
weirdos always less concerned and
thoughtful then women are. Take a look.
 happens and rolls downhill.
So what! Who cares! Could care less!
What the hell. Not my fault. Had nothing
to do with it. There is nothing I can
do about it. Have been same all
of their lives and will never change.
Shortcomings exceed their

the ambiance is horrible

each day in this cage feels like a hundred days
I cannot sleep here
there is too much yelling
too little comfort, the ambiance is horrible.

I feel guilty about not appreciating good food
or my fuzzy blankets and soft pillow
I resolve to pay attention to tulips when I am released.

no one comes to visit me
I have become someone to

a horrible troll

she rebuffed his advances
he was more determined now
a horrible troll, a stalker, a misogamist
who thought what he wanted was of utmost importance
no matter who he had to violate, hurt, or abuse.

Chimparoo and her Horrible Angry Cat

My pal Chimparoo had the angriest cat
No matter what you did, he was mean as a rat
Jumping up and down like a Johnny Jehosophat
Always being mean to others was that horrible cat

Chimparoo, why do you like this mongrel so?
He’s not as bad as you think, Chimparoo lied high and low.
We knew it was bad, we

Horrible Whispers

These horrible whispers are back again
They are telling me I should bring my life to an end
I fight the whispers back like a hero who is brave
But I know one day they will send me to my grave
They use to come so little but now so much
Stronger with every blow they can throw me with

Horrible

Horrible, my map upended our time with boot camp son.
Horrible to get back to base, not be caught, had to run.

Horrible, to see Mom hurried into hospice, her hours few.
Horrible when we heard last sweet breaths, as time flew.

Horrible when a tree splintered the roof of our deck.
Horrible, the tree balancing, just above hubby, in

Horrible

“I have told this story true before today,
In a different format in a different way.
A feeling of regret that I didn’t do more, I had inside.
Hung a plaque on the wall. This is where Horrible did reside.”
                        

I'm A Effing Horrible Person

I hurt him.
The one person I vowed to never hurt again.
The one person I was actually healing our friendship with.
I hurt him.
Again.
I was honest with my feelings,
on how I still loved him
but didn't wanna ruin what we had.
It hurt him.
He didn't talk to me.
He looked at me as if things were awkward again.
I made him

Horn Horrible Maine Haiku

Horn Horrible Maine Haiku

when he would take aim
kill became terrible game
had received the blame

never gave a hoot
to death some people did shoot
would wear a brown boot

cannot bring them back
love and mental skills did lack
he had blown his stack

heard them when they bowl
their life away killer stole
death out he did dole

a sad song was sung
dying breath

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